I do not know my lineage. I was found among the shattered remains of a caravan destroyed by orc raiders. A kindly wood elf couple took me in and raised me as their own alongside their own son.
To my adoptive parents: I am eternally grateful to you for taking a small, frightened Kerra child in.
To my wood elf brother: Would you please stop singing 'The Kerra Goes Splat'? I was pushed and you know it! You did the pushing! And stop having parties at my house when I'm away questing.